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Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go. ~ E. L. Doctorow

Friday, February 25, 2011

A Grey Day

Today. The streets are wet, puddles lingering waiting for a tire to splash them away. The wind is blowing through ripping off the last few remaining yellow leaves clinging on to the branches. Determined little leaves having made it through the winter. A slow day. A day for refection. A day for writing. No words of wisdom from me.

I leave you with the slow, whiskey soaked words of my favorite poem written by Langston Hughes. You can feel the heat of the South. The sweat sliding down your neck. Smell the cigarette smoke swirling around your head. Eyes closed, you sway back and forth, listening to the thick, raspy baritone of pain and sadness.

2 comments:

I got yelled at by my creative writing professor for spelling gray with an "e". He said, "That's the British spelling of gray and what country are you living in?" I replied, "The U.S.A." He then said, "Well then spell it with an "a" and not an "e". You can do differently when you relocate to England."

I just thought I'd throw that in there because of the way you spelled gray in the title. :) And that's a nice poem.